LOST LOVERS

Waves darkened with blood crash upon the ocean’s shore; lamenting a voice cries for the ONE from which his hand the storm tore.  Forbidden is their union in a land of shallow views; dictators whip them both as cheers of hate resonate from church pews.   A man’s soul drifts dead upon the black seas; executioners kill his kind because of fears they can’t appease.  “Abominable fornicators” is the cross forced upon their backs; extinguished breaths are robbed from these by the swing of the axe.

Lost lovers... forbidden to embrace in a moments touch.

Lost lovers... obligated to embrace love with a crutch.

Forever imprisoned is the man on the seashore; continually he’ll weep without ever having someone to speak for.  Only the memories of lost lovers remain; thoughts and images which leads a heart to go insane.  Lips burned together in desires lust; exotic passions gave way to lovers lost.  Now, only a cry can linger in this moonless night; obscurity forces its way into a life once bright.  Decrees brand these men as wretched and perverse; immoral and wicked – counted as part of natures worse.

Lost lovers... thought unable to love in heart.

Lost lovers... wrought as sinful abstract art.

Blessed are they by the gods to love and cherish; yet hypocrites banish the lovers from attending their parish.  Why must these children put up with such anguish?  Why must these children be forced to languish?

Lost lovers walk the earth seeking their freedom; lost lovers hope to escape the judgments of Sodom.  Sons of the Almighty are they; kings mandated by the evil to become prey.  God will not ignore as they cry and pray; for He is not one to curse them that are gay.  Lost lovers may experience hate in this land of the judges; yet, it is they that understand God holds no grudges.

Cries intone the symphonies of the night; lost lovers weep as they are forced to live with fright...

BRING ME LIFE

Can you not understand the decay in my soul?  Come, bring me life – resurrect me from life’s hole.  The earth has lost those that ease and console; the masses seem to only desire hate and control.  Why through darkness must writers be made to stroll?  Do people know that their pain is set before them as a guide and scroll?

This writer weakens as the summers grow cold; how long must I be the one to be sold?  The prideful walk about thinking they are bold; they live their lives unaware that through my words they become the mold.

My eyes are bugging out tonight; wigging out I continually stay out of sight.  Seeking I weep into the heavens for a new life; the gods of Olympus seem to only offer me strife.  Yet a god amoung the mortal is my charge; “suffer through and through” is my title by and large. 

Bring me life... for undead is the misery.

Bring me life... for great is my injury.

Alone I have walked the world; abandoned I call out for death without success.  Prepared for the worms I am hurled; why must my life be thrust to chaos and distress!  Life within these walls is set to depress; demons constantly at me tear and possess.  The locusts eat at my brain as they oppress; tweaked out I feel the maggots continually suppress.  My scripts cry out my need to express; yet still there lacks in me the will to impress.  Don’t offer me words which sing with finesse; don’t forget that with my words I can will thee to undress!

Abiding in me lives a never ending need to obsess; a disabling arousal which causes me to assess.  It is this need that drives me – I confess; a want which yearns for a single love – a caress.

Oh thou that is said to end all things, come and make your presence known.  Oh thou called Mr. Grim, come and let me fly on your wings; show yourself and silence my deafening groan!

Bring me life... ending what I am today.  Bring me life... for if thou brings me death, happy I will be this day.

BRING ME DEATH

Inviting I stand waiting for you; nightly the challenge is set before your very eyes.  When will thou deliver what is due; how long must I demeanor your size?  Oh, grim reaper, many fear the atrocity of your face; running away the people of the earth quicken from you their pace.  Yet, not I – come oh thou called dark and heartless; come and face me, thou who I consider frail and aidless!

Never ending dawns hear my song...

Never ending anguish hurts me long.

Fuck you and the chariot you ride; fuck you and your cunt-ass bride!  Alone I stand ready to see; to see the creature who takes those that be.  Poison drips down my throat; dusty meadows I grind with fineness and delight.  Many lines consumed I gloat; eights upon eights never offer me flight; nevertheless between Lucy’s thighs I find my blight. 

Tonight again I danced with her; intentions were again to cause a stir.  Still your cowardice proved to be as I thought; sitting I waited for your death without it being sought.  Is your presence a thing to be bought?  Many years against you I have stood and fought.  Why won’t you appear thou pussy of the crypt?  Does my dare to you come off as nondescript?  Must my point be fashioned to you with encrypt?  Is my calling to you so ill equipped?

Know this night that for thee I wait; no fear in me abides to go towards that next place.  Be assured with thee I will have my date; be certain that when thou finally appear, thee I will deface!

Bring me death... for no longer do I wish to be here.

Bring me death... come and smite me with the spear!

Bring me death... thrust through my heart thou ending javelin.

Bring me death... for in the next world I desire to be travelin’.